Lizzie paced around in the ring, told she was going to have a match tonight but did not yet know with whom. She smirked up at the ramp figuring that whoever it was she could beat the bitch up. Trinity wasn't around tonight but ti didn't matter. She figured she could handle this on her own.

The music that played should have given her fair warning. But the disco-like Discotheque would have struck her as yet another Chinese track, when in fact it was Japanese and sung by the same singer as one Take A Shot.

Shizuku Yatori was back following her coma. And she was set on catching up to everything she'd left hanging... starting with Lizzie, whom she last saw on the receiving end of her Boston Crab.

Lizzie smiled dangerously and disarmingly. Then she would try to lash out at yatori with a skick to the groin wondering if the Mafiosi's weakness to strikes might enable her to get a preliminary shot in.

Still smiling, Yatori sidestepped Lizzie's opening low blow. Her hands shot out to grab the still-extended leg. A sharp yank should lay the unbalanced Lizzie on her back with Yatori still holding her leg...

Lizzie's face twisted in pain and she started to groan in annoyance since the match just started. She would jerk a few times to a sitting position lashing out with her nailed hands at Yatori's face which was most likely out of reach therefore she would hit nothing but air. This eventually would cause her to fall abck with a screech as Yatori worked her ankle over more and she put her hands to her face.

She would then try to kick at Yatori with her other foot to try and get free.

Yatori easily evaded Lizzie's slashing nails before finally turning her victim over on her belly. As she bent her opponent's ankle in ways the joint shouldn't be, the Mafiosi wondered how wrestlers could have fingernails that long and yet punch. Then she remembered that Lizzie preferred kicks- just as Lizzie's other boot connected with her back.

Releasing Lizzie with a grunt, Yatori stepped back. Not a bad exchange, she thought, so early in the match. "Get up," she smirked.